Moonspear again in the glorious [m]asterwork of life

No invitation was needed as Charon was ever eagerly responding to the scent of heat. He had fallen for such traps even outside of his mateship and leadership with Amekaze, but she was something special. With her it was not just his body but his heart, too, that responded, and he felt his heart thump in his chest as he watched her silent invitation. She was playful as ever, always tempting and teasing and when she was like this it was extra hard to take the procrastination.

So he moved in, his body puffed up with dominance and confidence; something he needn't think about, because it was a physical reaction that he ran on automation. He licked his lips and stepped forward boldly. A woof escaped his lips that set free a youthfulness in his heart, and he felt as though it was a year ago and it was their first time to dance this dance together.

Without further ado he trotted forward proudly and tried to pounce at her flank, even though he knew it to be futile. But perhaps the initial rejection and later reconquering was part of what he enjoyed about this dance.